(collab with [@Greenie])

If somebody told Taria she would be involved in a fight like this,  she would not have believed them. However, here she was with both knives in her hands, hiding behind some stranger. Well, not really a stranger anymore, but that was just semantics. She usually ran away from this sort of thing, not like she was right now, running [i]towards[/i] it. Well, she supposed she wasn't running right now either, it was more like a shuffle. She looked this way and that, trying to figure out what exactly these creatures were, but it was to no avail. All she could tell for sure wass that people were fighting them with all they had, amongst them perhaps even those who had been there eating with her. Yet here she was, skulking like a coward, unable to do anything.

That however changed when she spotted not just her aunt and cousins, but her father. He was all right then! Fighting yes, with a bow, as skillful as she had always thought he would be. Her pride and awe quickly changed to shock though, when she saw that he was just stabbed by one of those beasts.

"Father!" The word burst out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Her hands gripped tightly around her two knives, in rage and in shame. How could she just stand there doing nothing while her father was doing all he could, even though he was on the ground, now being attacked by yet another creature? No! She was not going to be that sort of person. Not anymore.

An unfamiliar cry escaped her as she bypassed Seran and his shield. Ignoring anyone else who came in her path, she rushed forward, faster than she had ever run. She lifted her knives high in the air as she reached her father's assailant. "Die!" she snarled, shoving both knives into the back of the creature covered in seaweed.

Seran started to breathe with difficulty. Here and there, the cuts and wounds were a constant reminder this was an ongoing battle, and the foul smell of gore and the fires in the battlefield numbed his nose quite fast. He gritted his teeth, knowing full he had to brace himself for the task before him, and with redouble efforts he keep lashing at the creatures, advancing with powerful steps each time one of the beings was repelled or felled. His march was interrumpted when he hear the otherworldy scream and the words of grief of the odd companion that he had at the time.

Running at a target screaming in top of the lungs was usually a mistake, no matter how one put it in. Probably, upon seeing the scene and her father being besieged by such, she had lost her wits in the battle frenzy. 

Also was that the Commander of the Night's Watch?

He shook his head. Maybe it was none of his business, but he himself, understood fully well the need to protect his family. And the heartbreaking failure of failing to do so. "Damnit." He cursed under his breath as he followed Taria in her charge. While her attack had been fast, two stabs in the back weren't usually immediately lethal, and there was always the chance of retaliation.

Which was promptly cut short by the edge of his shield meeting the ugly creature's head, repeated times as well, with a dash of pommel hits from his other hand. It was far from the finest swordsmanship, and Seran himself wondered if he was felling more creatures with his shield and pommel than the actual blade, but it was throughout.

"You need to be more throughout. You never know with these things." He muttered, allowing himself a brief sentence in the middle of the battlefield. And of course, that was an invitation to be attacked. The blow came from his back, striking his sword arm and making him lose the blade. A sharp turn allowed him to turn the second, definite slash into a grazing blow, but the damage to the sword-arm had been noticeable.

Seran said no words, as he turned towards his opponent, an ugly slimy thing with a jagged curved blade made of strange sea materials.

[i]Well, that's the sword arm for me. Move, damnit![/i] He tried to no avail wake up the damaged limb from the pain as the other creature charged confidently. Seran's footwork allowed him to sidestep a thrust to the head, and his damaged, now naked arm, trapped the creature's elbow.

[i]Got you[/i] He added, as he kept his grip with the elbow tight, his head tilting backwards, delivering a mighty headbutt in the creatures face, followed by a sharp kick in the waist, causing the nasty bastard to be disoriented.

He examined his arm. It was hurt and bleeding, but still somewhat functional. Picking up his sword, he looked at the creature once more, with the intention of resuming the fight.

Taria barely heard Seran, what with the din surrounding them. His words were true and it had probably been foolish of her to even attempt to fight. She would have to thank him later for helping her with the creature, if ever they met again, assuming they left this battle alive. Meanwhile, she focused on her father before her. As she helped him to a stand, she could feel the wetness of blood from where he'd been stabbed earlier. She was sure he had gotten worst injuries in his life, well, she hoped.

"I'm not much of a fighter," she muttered. She would have attempted to lead her father away, but that was when she saw realized that Seran's arm was hurt. Cussing under her breath, she let go of Theon and looked around hastily. Her knives were still in the creature she had stabbed, but she didn't move toward it. They were too small and useless, better for petty fight or defence. Instead, her eyes quickly spotted a shortsword by a felled soldier She ducked to the ground and grabbed it, quickly coming to a stand once more. She sidled forward, making sure the sword was up and between her and any potential enemy.